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Tom Trig rode a bay full of mettle and bone, 

 And gaily Bob Backson rode on a roan ; 

 But the horse of all horses that rivalled the day 

 Was the Squire's Neck-or-Nothing, and that was a grey. 

 Hark away ! &c. 



" Then for hounds there was Nimble who well would climb rocks, 

 And Cocknose a good one at finding a fox ; 

 Little Plunge, Hke a mole, who would ferret and search, 

 And beetle-brow' d Hawk's Eye so dead at a lurch : 

 Young Sly-looks that scents the strong breeze from the south, 

 And Musical Echo with his deep mouth . 

 Hark away ! &c. 



" Our horses, thus all of the very best blood, 

 'Tis not likely you'd easily find such a stud ; 

 Then for foxhounds, our opinion for thousands we'll back, 

 That all England throughout can't produce such a pack. 

 Thus having described you our dogs, horses, and crew, 

 Away we set ofi", for our fox is in view. , 

 Hark away ! &c. 



" Sly Eeynard's brought home, while the horn sounds the call. 



And now you're all welcome to Bachelor's Hall ; 



The savoury sirloin gracefully smokes on the board, 



And Bacchus pours wine from his sacred hoard. 



Come on, then, do honoiir to this jovial place, 



And enjoy the sweet pleasures that have sprung from the chase. 

 Hark away ! hark away ! while our spirits are gay. 

 Let us drink to the joys of next meeting day." 



On the occasion of Dibdin's visit there were at 

 the Hall more than the usual local notables, and 

 Parson Stephens was amongst them. As a treat 

 intended specially for Dibdin, the second course at 



